The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text ..., Том 10

The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus 9 make With a bare bodkin : " who would fardels” bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life; But that the dread of something after death,<- The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn? No traveller returns,—puzzles the will; -- And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought ; And enterprizes of great pith and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.—Soft you, now ! The fair Ophelia:—Nymph, in thy orisons 4 Be all my sins remember'd. -

Oph. Good my lord, How does your honour for this many a day 2

Ham. I humbly thank you; well.

Oph. My lord, I have remembrances of yours, That I have longed long to re-deliver; I pray you, now receive them.

And, with them, words of so sweet breath compos'd As made the things more rich : their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind, Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind. There, my lord.

Ham. Ha, ha! are you honest?

Oph. My lord?

Ham. Are you fair

Oph. What means your lordship 2

Ham. That if you be honest, and fair, you should admit no discourse to your beauty.

Oph. Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than with honesty 2

Ham. Ay, truly; for the power of beauty will sooner transform honesty from what it is to a bawd, than the force of honesty can translate beauty into his likeness; this was some time a paradox, but now the time gives it proof. I did love you once.

Oph. Indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

Ham. You should not have believed me: for virtue cannot so inoculate our old stock, but we shall' relish of it: I loved you not.

Oph. I was the more deceived.

Ham. Get thee to a nunnery; Why would'st thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck,” than I have thoughts to put

5 Call.

them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in : What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us: Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your father? Oph. At home, my lord. Ham. Let the doors be shut upon him; that he may play the fool no where but in's own house. Farewell. Oph. O, help him, you sweet heavens! Ham. If thou dost marry, I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry; Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery; farewell: Or, if thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough, what monsters you make of them. To a nunnery, go ; and quickly too. Farewell. Oph. Heavenly powers, restore him! Ham. I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance : Go to ; I'll no more oft; it hath made me mad. I say, we will have no more marriages: those that are married already, all but one, shall live; the rest shall keep as they are. To a nunnery, go. [Erit HAMLET. Oph. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword: The expectancy and rose of the fair state,

The glass of fashion, and the mould 3 of form, The observ'd of all observers! quite, quite down! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his musick vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth, Blasted with ecstasy:" O, woe is me ! To have seen what I have seen, see what I see :

Re-enter King and Polo NIUs.

King. Love! his affections do not that way tend; Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little, Was not like madness. There's something in his

soul,

O'er which his melancholy sits on brood; And, I do doubt, the hatch, and the disclose, Will be some danger: Which for to prevent, I have, in quick determination, Thus set it down; He shall with speed to England, For the demand of our neglected tribute: Haply, the seas, and countries different, With variable objects, shall expel This something-settled matter in his heart; Whereon his brains still beating, puts him thus From fashion of himself. What think you on't

Pol. It shall do well: But yet I do believe, The origin and commencement of his grief Sprung from neglected love.—How now, Ophelia You need not tell us what lord Hamlet said ;

5 The model by whom all endeavoured to form themselves. * Alienation of mind.

We heard it all—My lord, do as you please; But, if you hold it fit, after the play, Let his queen mother all alone entreat him To show his grief; let her be round 7 with him; And I'll be plac'd, so please you, in the ear Of all their conference : If she find him not, To England send him; or confine him, where Your wisdom best shall think.

King. It shall be so: Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go. [Ereunt. SCENE II.

A Hall in the same.

Enter HAMLET, and certain Players.

Ham. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings;* who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise: I

7 Reprimand him with freedom. * The meaner people then seem to have sat in the pit.